"Look--look where we are," whispered Grace, clutching the arm of Mollie.
"Where? Don't be so nervous. Where are we?"
"Near the rear entrance to Shadow Valley," spoke Grace, in an awe-struck
voice.
CHAPTER XIII
THE STORM
Silence followed an exclamation that came from the lips of each of the
girls--an involuntary cry from each one, brought out by the words of
Grace.
"Shadow Valley!" murmured Mollie.
"And the--the----" it was Betty who began this, it being her evident
intention to make a remark about the haunted house. Then her usual good
sense came to her rescue, and she refrained. There was pressure enough
now on the nerves of her chums, she reasoned.
"Well, what of it?" she asked in a voice meant to be cheerful, and Betty
was an adept at simulation under necessity.
"Don't--don't you understand?" faltered Grace, in a low voice--a tone
calculated to add to the tenseness of the situation, rather than to
relieve it.
"I understand that our car has balked for some reason or other," said
Betty in brisk, business-like tones, "and we have to fix it. If we
don't we are likely to be caught in a thunder storm. So get out, girls,
and let's hunt for trouble. Grace, if you have any chocolates left you
might offer them as a prize for the one who first discovers the
difficulty--and why the motor won't mote. Cousin Jane will be
the--stake-holder is the proper term, I believe.
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